“I had a lot of offers to go to other schools, but I turned them all down. Clemson was the only place I could bum chewing tobacco from the professors.”

And

“The only good thing to ever come out of Columbia [the home of rival USC] is Interstate 26 headed West [toward Clemson].”

And

When asked about the possibility of a rowing team at Clemson, Howard replied: “I will never endorse a sport in which you sit on your butt and go backwards.”

And

“I love this place…..I’ve got a spot already picked out where I want ’em to put me when I die – up there on that ole hill near the stadium. I want to be there so I can hear all them people cheering my Tigers on Saturdays…then I won’t have to go Heaven; I’ll already be there.”

And

During spring practice, Howard convened his coaches and asked, “How dem boys doin’ out there, men?” Each coach gave his report; then came Beckish’s turn. He proceeded to give a lengthy dissertation on all the shortcomings of his receivers.

When Beckish finally finished, Howard stared right at him and said softly, “Boy, that’s why they put coach in front of your name.”

And

Frank Howard signed a one-year contract, promptly misplaced it, and never signed another one. This prompted another Howard story. A Clemson president “called me up and said he didn’t want me to tell anybody what I made. I said, ‘Doc, you don’t have to worry. I am as ashamed as you are of what you pay me!”

And

That fall, he described playing against Bobby Dodd’s team: “Georgia Tech is the kind of football team that won’t hit you hard enough to keep you from goin’ to a dance after the game, but they’ll beat you. N.C. State is the kind of team that will hit you so hard you’ll have to stay in bed two days, but you can beat them.”

And

In 1967, he described his college roommate, Bear Bryant: “The Bear’s always been ahead of us humans. Even when we started the two platoon system, he was using three platoons: one on offense, one on defense, and one to go to class.”

And

Players touch Howard’s Rock, and then sprint down the hill to Frank Howard Field at Death Valley. “I told those football players, when you go down in the Valley, all of you going to give 110 percent can rub my rock.” Otherwise, “Keep your filthy hands off my rock.”